So I am on lortab while I am blogging, so I apologize beforehand.
Yesterday I made yummy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. I love the recipe, so I'm going to use it again.
I worked today all day and I have Tuesday off. I love my job. I'll blog more tomorrow.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
whew...weekend is here :D
So yesterday I won movie tickets at work. They announced it in the morning and I was completely shocked. They did a report on our residents to see who is making sure their pediatric patients are getting their immunizations. Three residents got above 90%. They were asked which nurse helped them with that score. Dr. Smithson said I was the one who helped him with immunizations the most. I was very happily surprised. They are going to give me a certificate and take a picture of me and the doctor. Blah. No picture, please.
So Robby and I went to the mall, split a yummy Japanese dinner of teriyaki chicken and moshi balls. I was still dressed in my scrubs and feeling very fashionable. We ended up seeing "This Means War". It was okay. A typical chick flick and it had action for Robby. But I'm not a chick flick person. I had been wearing my badge, but took it off because it makes my neck itch. I did not have my purse with me, so I sat on it to make sure I wouldn't forget it. Sure enough, I forgot it. I got down to the bottom of the stairs in the theater and realized what I had done. I turned around and started to dash up the stairs. You don't dash in Crocs. I tripped and fell down in slow motion. I landed with my left shin right on the edge of one of the stairs and felt like a huge idiot. There was a man in his seat still who saw me fall, got up and tried to see how I was doing. I brushed him off because I was so mortified. It was really painful.
Robby started teasing me because he could sense that I was hurt and upset. I snapped at him a couple of times, which made him tease me more. He's so much like me, it's kind of maddening at times. :D This was one of those times.
I got home and looked at my leg. It was all swollen. I sat down with my feet up and put ice on it. It's feeling better today, but it hurt like a mother last night. I hate being older and not able to catch myself when I fall. It really sucks.
It's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. Blah.
Right now Robby and I are on opposite sides of the couch with our feet in the center, almost in each others' laps. He is on my iPad playing a word game and I am blogging and listening to Spotify. Emeli is at Francesca's and Brett is at Brian and Jack's. We have the house to ourselves and it is so quiet and nice. After driving around in the car all day, it feels good to just come home and crash on the couch.
Lately, I have been so tired when I come home from work. My hips hurt and I just want to go to bed. See, I'm getting old. How depressing.
Last night Emeli went to a birthday party. One of the girls there was alone with Emeli and Emeli was doing her hair (coincidentally, her name is Sarah). Sarah and Emeli start talking about homosexuality. Emeli told Sarah that she loves gay people. Sarah admitted that she is bi-sexual. Then Emeli felt like Sarah was getting a little close to Emeli and it freaked Emeli out. So this morning, when Emeli told me this, I gave her some motherly advise.
1--if you tell someone you love gay people, you can't get creeped out by one of them trying to become better friends to see if you are interested in them. If you love gay people, you love ALL gay people. I asked Emeli how many gay people she knows. She sheepishly told me that she knows Brett and a friend I used to work with at Bath and Body Works who was gay, but not ready to admit it. I told her that was not enough people to base her opinions on.
2--I told Emeli that I have had many gay male friends. I loved them all because they were the most fun people and we had great times together. However, lesbians give me the creeps at times. I try not to feel that way, but I can't help it. It's not that I hate them, I have had a few lesbians make passes at me or check me out. I appreciate that about as much as I appreciate old men who come into the clinic and make passes at me and flirt with me, too. It's just that I don't go that way and I don't really like it when they get into my personal space. I also admitted that I don't appreciate heterosexual men who come across all macho and think they are all that, too, and expect me to treat them special. Not going to happen.
Anyway, I told Emeli that she needs to sit and think about how she feels about that kind of thing. She can't make big blanket statements about things unless she can back it up. Interestingly enough, Brett had made the same point to her when he picked her up from the party and she talked to him about it.
So Robby and I went to the mall, split a yummy Japanese dinner of teriyaki chicken and moshi balls. I was still dressed in my scrubs and feeling very fashionable. We ended up seeing "This Means War". It was okay. A typical chick flick and it had action for Robby. But I'm not a chick flick person. I had been wearing my badge, but took it off because it makes my neck itch. I did not have my purse with me, so I sat on it to make sure I wouldn't forget it. Sure enough, I forgot it. I got down to the bottom of the stairs in the theater and realized what I had done. I turned around and started to dash up the stairs. You don't dash in Crocs. I tripped and fell down in slow motion. I landed with my left shin right on the edge of one of the stairs and felt like a huge idiot. There was a man in his seat still who saw me fall, got up and tried to see how I was doing. I brushed him off because I was so mortified. It was really painful.
Robby started teasing me because he could sense that I was hurt and upset. I snapped at him a couple of times, which made him tease me more. He's so much like me, it's kind of maddening at times. :D This was one of those times.
I got home and looked at my leg. It was all swollen. I sat down with my feet up and put ice on it. It's feeling better today, but it hurt like a mother last night. I hate being older and not able to catch myself when I fall. It really sucks.
It's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. Blah.
Right now Robby and I are on opposite sides of the couch with our feet in the center, almost in each others' laps. He is on my iPad playing a word game and I am blogging and listening to Spotify. Emeli is at Francesca's and Brett is at Brian and Jack's. We have the house to ourselves and it is so quiet and nice. After driving around in the car all day, it feels good to just come home and crash on the couch.
Lately, I have been so tired when I come home from work. My hips hurt and I just want to go to bed. See, I'm getting old. How depressing.
Last night Emeli went to a birthday party. One of the girls there was alone with Emeli and Emeli was doing her hair (coincidentally, her name is Sarah). Sarah and Emeli start talking about homosexuality. Emeli told Sarah that she loves gay people. Sarah admitted that she is bi-sexual. Then Emeli felt like Sarah was getting a little close to Emeli and it freaked Emeli out. So this morning, when Emeli told me this, I gave her some motherly advise.
1--if you tell someone you love gay people, you can't get creeped out by one of them trying to become better friends to see if you are interested in them. If you love gay people, you love ALL gay people. I asked Emeli how many gay people she knows. She sheepishly told me that she knows Brett and a friend I used to work with at Bath and Body Works who was gay, but not ready to admit it. I told her that was not enough people to base her opinions on.
2--I told Emeli that I have had many gay male friends. I loved them all because they were the most fun people and we had great times together. However, lesbians give me the creeps at times. I try not to feel that way, but I can't help it. It's not that I hate them, I have had a few lesbians make passes at me or check me out. I appreciate that about as much as I appreciate old men who come into the clinic and make passes at me and flirt with me, too. It's just that I don't go that way and I don't really like it when they get into my personal space. I also admitted that I don't appreciate heterosexual men who come across all macho and think they are all that, too, and expect me to treat them special. Not going to happen.
Anyway, I told Emeli that she needs to sit and think about how she feels about that kind of thing. She can't make big blanket statements about things unless she can back it up. Interestingly enough, Brett had made the same point to her when he picked her up from the party and she talked to him about it.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
wow...
It has been a few days since I blogged and I promised every day. I keep meaning to do it and then life happens. Not that it's been particularly busy, but I keep forgetting. Old age is creeping up on me.
I have worked a lot this week and it always sucks after having an easy week the week before. Today I got to see a patient with a Hello Kitty tattoo on her crotch. It actually said Hello Kitty, too, which I thought was pretty crude. She also had full sleeves and tattoos all across her chest. She had a post on either side of her bottom lip. She was being seen for a possible miscarriage. She has other children at home. I know I sound like a judgmental wench right now, but here goes. I am sad that she is 22 years old and already has children and she looks like that. She looks like a whore. She apologized to the doctor for her crotch tattoo. In my opinion, if you are going to get a tattoo on your crotch, do not apologize for it when a doctor sees it. You put it there. Apologizing for it means you think it's wrong and if you think it's wrong, why did you do it in the first place? Okay, I'm done.
I'm tired and will post better tomorrow. Sorry to be so flighty on posting this week.
I have worked a lot this week and it always sucks after having an easy week the week before. Today I got to see a patient with a Hello Kitty tattoo on her crotch. It actually said Hello Kitty, too, which I thought was pretty crude. She also had full sleeves and tattoos all across her chest. She had a post on either side of her bottom lip. She was being seen for a possible miscarriage. She has other children at home. I know I sound like a judgmental wench right now, but here goes. I am sad that she is 22 years old and already has children and she looks like that. She looks like a whore. She apologized to the doctor for her crotch tattoo. In my opinion, if you are going to get a tattoo on your crotch, do not apologize for it when a doctor sees it. You put it there. Apologizing for it means you think it's wrong and if you think it's wrong, why did you do it in the first place? Okay, I'm done.
I'm tired and will post better tomorrow. Sorry to be so flighty on posting this week.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Sunday...again
So I know I already posted this morning, but that was for yesterday.
Tonight we are going to watch this show on Netflix about plastic. Danny and Michelle told us about it. I can't wait to see it and make some changes in my life.
Brett gave Emeli and I a Valentine's present last night. He bought me a cute little polka dot bag with a heart on the side. Inside was my newest favorite fragrance from BBW: pink chiffon. Yummy.
Today Emeli colored my hair for me. She does an amazing job. She is very thorough. She wants to go to beauty school, so for her, it is something she enjoys doing. It's really cute.
I am so blessed to have two of my children living with us. I love being alone with Robby, but I also love having Emeli and Brett here. I know that they are happy and emotionally safe here. Plus, they are fun to be with. We have some really good laughs. There is drama, but for the most part, it is wonderful. I am grateful.
Question of the day: How many photos did you take today? Well, I took no photos. But there is still time in the day for me to change that and I will. :D
Tonight we are going to watch this show on Netflix about plastic. Danny and Michelle told us about it. I can't wait to see it and make some changes in my life.
Brett gave Emeli and I a Valentine's present last night. He bought me a cute little polka dot bag with a heart on the side. Inside was my newest favorite fragrance from BBW: pink chiffon. Yummy.
Today Emeli colored my hair for me. She does an amazing job. She is very thorough. She wants to go to beauty school, so for her, it is something she enjoys doing. It's really cute.
I am so blessed to have two of my children living with us. I love being alone with Robby, but I also love having Emeli and Brett here. I know that they are happy and emotionally safe here. Plus, they are fun to be with. We have some really good laughs. There is drama, but for the most part, it is wonderful. I am grateful.
Question of the day: How many photos did you take today? Well, I took no photos. But there is still time in the day for me to change that and I will. :D
Sunday
So I have been 48 for a week and I'm feeling my age. It scares me that I am just 2 years away from 50.
Yesterday we went on Robby's route. I packed us lunch and snacks. It's so cute when I do that because Robby will say, "Do you have any kind of snack? I am hungry." Sure enough, I have potato chips, oranges, diet coke, sandwiches, and then we usually go to Maverick (gas station) and buy candy. Emeli likes coming along for that. She also likes coming along for lunch out. Yesterday we knew we were going out for dinner with the Lunts, so we opted to pack. Emeli stayed home.
We saw the movie "Iron Lady" and it was good! There was a very emotional part at the end that had me wiping my eyes. I looked over and noticed Michelle was wiping her eyes, too. It made Robby and I wonder about how it will be when one of us dies. I hope Robby goes first. He will not be able to handle it if I go first and he is all alone. He agrees with that. It was very well done and I recommend it highly.
Yesterday we went on Robby's route. I packed us lunch and snacks. It's so cute when I do that because Robby will say, "Do you have any kind of snack? I am hungry." Sure enough, I have potato chips, oranges, diet coke, sandwiches, and then we usually go to Maverick (gas station) and buy candy. Emeli likes coming along for that. She also likes coming along for lunch out. Yesterday we knew we were going out for dinner with the Lunts, so we opted to pack. Emeli stayed home.
We saw the movie "Iron Lady" and it was good! There was a very emotional part at the end that had me wiping my eyes. I looked over and noticed Michelle was wiping her eyes, too. It made Robby and I wonder about how it will be when one of us dies. I hope Robby goes first. He will not be able to handle it if I go first and he is all alone. He agrees with that. It was very well done and I recommend it highly.
Friday, February 10, 2012
TGIF x 3
I cannot express to you how happy I am that it is Friday. I had a four day weekend and it was VERY hard for me to get back into the work groove thing. Not only that, but it was a psycho week.
Today's psycho story: a guy comes in whose clinical notes told about a visit to the ER because he was being transported in a prison van to appear in court. The sheriff driving the van took a corner too hard, so the patient (who was unbuckled) went flying into the mesh separating the driver from the passengers. It smashed his face. The same clinical note mentioned that the patient also had shot himself in the hand with a BB gun and when he was pulling the BB out, there was this brown pus that smelled awful. He came in today for a follow up on neck pain from a car accident this week. He had his wife and daughter with him. The woman looked broken. That's the kind of thing that hurts. I hate seeing that.
I am an empath. I sense things about people and places. I seem to invite people to tell me their life stories. I have had to become more abrupt with patients because it is not my job to find out all their history. That is the doctor's job. My sympathies have been used against me by patients, too. They can sense how I empathize and they play on it and try to get me to plead for things from the doctors. That pisses me off.
Today I am just glad it is Friday and I can relax all weekend.
Today's psycho story: a guy comes in whose clinical notes told about a visit to the ER because he was being transported in a prison van to appear in court. The sheriff driving the van took a corner too hard, so the patient (who was unbuckled) went flying into the mesh separating the driver from the passengers. It smashed his face. The same clinical note mentioned that the patient also had shot himself in the hand with a BB gun and when he was pulling the BB out, there was this brown pus that smelled awful. He came in today for a follow up on neck pain from a car accident this week. He had his wife and daughter with him. The woman looked broken. That's the kind of thing that hurts. I hate seeing that.
I am an empath. I sense things about people and places. I seem to invite people to tell me their life stories. I have had to become more abrupt with patients because it is not my job to find out all their history. That is the doctor's job. My sympathies have been used against me by patients, too. They can sense how I empathize and they play on it and try to get me to plead for things from the doctors. That pisses me off.
Today I am just glad it is Friday and I can relax all weekend.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
blah...
Robby is at scouts right now. He doesn't like scouts. He says that the uniforms remind him of the Hitler youth in Germany. Not only that, he hates wearing khaki because it reminds him of the army. I have a picture that is so cute. He would NOT be happy if he knew I posted this pic...hahahaha!!!!
Yesterday I felt blah and today I do too. If I didn't know better, I would say it's PMS. But it's not.
I had to go to this stupid training for a program we run at work. It started at 9am and it ended at 1:30pm. It took an hour to get there each way. Pain in the butt. PLUS, it was all stuff that I will never do: set appointment. I don't set appointment. I give shots and take temperatures. Oh well, now I know what to do if I ever need to set up an appointment.
On the way there, I was listening to Taylor's list of best indie songs of 2011 and found a song that I have played all day long to the point where Emeli is laughing at me: "Pumped up Kicks". I love the beat.
We watched "Tron" with Brett last night until 11:30pm and by the time Robby settled down, it was midnight. I lay there thinking about how I will only have 6 1/2 hours of sleep. That's probably why I am crabby and lethargic.
Tomorrow I work in the morning, then I get off at 1ish and then I go back to work the night clinic from 5pm until 9:30. Blah again.
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